…for someone who grew up with teeth that never quite got along with the reluctant smile, feeling inconveniently born into the wrong era, and an absolute love of dancing that persisted beyond (and perhaps in total retaliation to) my circumstances…it’s not surprising really…
…that I absolutely love this song.
The first time I heard it, I fell in love. It simply spoke to me.
“Spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favourite song….
A little girl with nothing wrong
Is all alone…
…crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That’s all her own…
…and she’s all alone…”
Norah Jones – “Seven Years”
* * *
I don’t remember the verandah incident
But my Mum does.
She’s told me the story many times and, although I don’t remember it – except as an anecdote of someone else’s memory – for me, it will always remain a moment in time that is purely and simply…
…she searched high and low for her 4 year old daughter….
Given that this quiet, amiable child was almost never out of sight, that the house sat atop a hill on one of the busiest main roads in Perth (….at the time…you’d skateboard blindfolded down there now) and that she was (oh, Mum, please forgive me…) prone to just a teensy bit of over-protectiveness…it was, to say the least, a frantic search!
When she finally found me, after peering into countless toy boxes, cupboards, lolly jars and other child favoured haunts….she was surprised at what she found.
The front window jimmied open (of course the front door was locked! Did you not just read the paragraph above?!) fly screen pushed out….
Her daughter, tiny, free…totally alone….
…..and perfectly happy!
“What are you doing???” (Only a “scared out of her wits” mother can get away with this tone and still sound completely loving)
“Then why on a Gods earth are you outside??!!” (Cars screaming by, brakes screeching, all possible dangers known to man lurking just beyond the verandah…….)
“I just wanted to dance”
* * *
The smile’s being straightened
I still like being alone occasionally
My mother doesn’t worry about me (as much) these days…
But I still just want to dance.
(And I’m 37)
So I do